Now is not the time to fall asleep; if you do, you might never wake up again.
He carried her forward, the scorching wind blowing against them like it came from the deepest depths of Hell.
Finally, they reached the mountain summit, and lightning illuminated the apocalyptic scene.
The volcano crater had been frozen, and from beneath the thick ice came a wave of destructive spirituality. It was the Strategy Group's members battling the massive flesh body of the Ancient Ancestor.
And this was with the Ancestor being suppressed by the Heavenly Person Realm and frozen.
Otherwise, the volcano would have continued to erupt, making it impossible for anyone to reach the summit.
Now, at an altitude above 10,000 meters, they could almost see the flowing sea tide overhead, yet the air was so thin it was nearly unbreathable, mixed with the scorching embers in the hot wind howling around them.
